Baby Ray

Playful Robert

Baby Ray


I had a pack of wax, a deal for you 
You played a certain buck 
You speak into my open ears & so I turn to look 
& so we strum so serious, so random, without a care 
No drinks for those of us with certain ears 
Uncertain, playful, Robert 
I got a mandolin, I'll play for him 
I got a deal to make with myself 
& when it happens great big Robert summons up some spirit in us 
& my god it makes me cry 
Why not? Why not laugh at cynical dry desire? 
The passion shines through 
Laugh at me playful Robert 
Double you -- gee whiz -- see double 
Make me drink an excuse to be playful, Robert 
It's good for us 
It's good for us 
I'm gonna pack my bags & play for him 
Across the ocean to my death 
I don't know what awaits me over there, perhaps just my arrest 
If the sloppy parts don't faze you, lemme try something to stop the clock 
Lemme play something 
Being playful, playful, Robert 
We'll make a master map 
Create Slovenia in our own image, lad 
Big bad dear playful playful Robert 
I'm so often sad 
Your dreary laugh lifting me, sunk spirit 
Playful, playful R R R Robert